Reminiscing About The Good Old Rainy Days.

When it comes to childhood, I have had my own lovely time with mindless stupid things. I was an over enthusiastic, active kid who always wanted to play, play and only play.

Monsoons would disturb my entire schedule. I would be restricted at home and specifically to my room playing the boring girlie games. I would then get on a mission to create my own games and involve my younger brothers to be a part of it. Owing to the rains the entire house would turn into a clothes rack. Every where there would be strings dangling and wet clothes hanging on them. The moldy and musty smell would linger on for days until there was a bright sunny day.

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In these rainy days, I would use my grandpa's umbrella turn it down then cover it with a bed sheet. Thus making it look like a small tent. I would make make two more tents for my younger brothers. We would then set up an entire village and enact stories from the famous Panchatantra book.

The musty, damp smell of the room would never bother us. We would be more interested in our play. We would learn the lines and rehearse the story a couple of times. At the end of the day we would present the skit to the entire family. Our special performances would be applauded.


Till today the wet clothes and the damp smell remind me of my childhood days when the only stress was to complete the homework. When there was enough time to play, talk, watch television and spend quality time with family. Those were the best days of my life.

There is another nostalgic memory associated with rains and the fragrance of wet soil. Some years back I had been to Rajasthan for my holidays. It was the end of June and rains were expected anytime.  In a day or so Rajasthan received the first showers of rain. As the droplets of water touched the ground, the parched land looked completely rejuvenated. The result was an enticing fragrance all around.

I felt the instant urge to dance in the rains and enjoy the smell of the wet sand properly. I walked to the terrace of my house. As I reached the terrace, what I saw left me speechless. A peacock was dancing at one end of the terrace with its plumage spread out. I just stood there like a piece of rock. My senses were totally enchanted by the peacock dance and  petrichor.

As quoted by Helen Keler

~~~Smell is a potent wizard that transports us across thousands of miles and all years we have lived~~~

I have come to realize its not just pictures but Fragrances and Smells too that create memories! I have my collection of them what about you?


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